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Now...about this story...I only finished this to give it justice, a rushed ending I apologize! But better stories and improved writing is coming at you live! Stay tuned!
Michelangelo woke with a start, he cringed as he looked around him, blood was everywhere- and yet...he managed to only black out. His blood must have clotted before it got critical.
Thank shell.
Still, the young turtle knew he wasn't out of the woods yet, he had to ensure the wounds wouldn't open in the coming battle he was sure was coming. So he returned to the now destroyed farm house and miraculously found a medical kit in the turmoil, it was partially ruined but the gauze inside was still good.
He wrapped the wounds tightly and plentiful then set off to the barn to find the latest shellcycle Don had been working on in the past few days.
It was when Mikey started up the motorcycle and headed towards Bishop's base that he started to get paranoid, what if they had moved bases? What if he was too late? Then what?
'No...no! Cant think like that', Mikey thought to himself, they were all stronger than that and Bishop wouldn't just waste a test subject!
Arriving at the base, Mikey made sure to park far enough away to where the sound of the shellcycle couldn't be heard. His ninja skills were amplified due to his adrenaline and desperation. 'I will get them back...even if it kills me in the process.'
Scaling the wall of the base was fairly easy, Mikey could tell the place was heavily guarded, making him even more nervous as he continued down a long hallway and took a few heavily armed guards down.
The sounds of Raphael's screaming jerked him out of his concentration as he rounded a corner, the door was right in front of him, that would lead him to L.H. and his brothers, just one door….and like a hundred guards!
"Shell…"
There wasn't another logical way to go about this, he had to fight. So Michelangelo did a solemn prayer to his father and gathered up all the rage he had felt in this entire recovery process, he was finally past the withdrawal, in decent health, save for his self harm wounds, he could do this.
He charged ahead and began to go through the guards one by one.
Meanwhile….
L.H., Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello found themselves in front of a massive screen, drugs pumped through their systems of numerous syringes Bishop had given them.
"Test subjects have been given poison 264, it causes increased pain and internal damage the more a person is distressed, this drug could be used on a nationwide scale in a terrorist attack, killing millions more than an original attack if successful." Bishop smirked as his test subjects pulled at their chained down medical tables in horror as he once again replayed the recording one of his henchmen took of Michelangelo dying.
He finally stopped the video, the situation got even better, you see, he had been following the turtles for the past 6 months, namely the youngest turtle. Supplying the young turtle with alcohol through his henchman, making the blades and alcohol as available as possible to the turtle to get to this point. Fueling his rage further to draw the turtles out, disturb their team work and fellowship.
They were at their most vulnerable- this was perfect circumstance for Bishop. Once he told the turtles what he had done he could practically hear their blood boil, the poison in their systems responded accordingly, it interacted with the anguish each brother and friend felt and amplified their internal pain a thousand fold.
That didnt stop Raph from screming at the man as he coughed up blood, "You have no fucking clue what you have caused this family! You bastard! When I get out of here i'm going to make sure you never see the light of the day! You disgusting son of a bit-"
"I think it's time for a second dose!" Bishop let out happily, he was loving the whole situation, completely unaware as Michelangelo stood just outside the door, he had heard everything, and his rage had taken over. He had finished off the guards and swung the door wide open.
"YOU BASTARD!"
Bishop didn't have time to react as Mikey tackled him and slit his throat with a kuni, it happened so suddenly, none of the brothers expected it. But as the floor in front of where they were chained filled with blood they were mortified, none of them had ever killed.
But just this once...they would let it slide. As Mikey unchained them and let them free the effect slowly died down as they exited the room in horror. Bishop wasn't the only victim...the hundreds of guards Mikey had fought were dead.
"M-mikey…"
Mikey shook and fell to his knees in front of the turtles as they stared at the mound of bodies before them, this was a new level of malice. This wasn't just a rescue mission, it was a slaughter house.
"I'm sorry...I just got so mad...I got so mad when I heard bishop talking...he's the reason father is dead and I'm fucked up..." Mikey grit his teeth, he was covered in blood of his own and many others.
But even so, as his brothers helped him to his feet and down the hall to freedom, L.H. couldn't help but feel hope in the horrific situation.
THE END - SQUEAL PENDING